Xiao Wang pinched the base of Yiyi left breast, pulling the soft skin taut. Then, she aimed the tip of the scalpel at the black outline of the eye and, with a steady hand, pushed it in. There was no sharp pain as she’d imagined, only a dull, invasive pressure, the feeling of a foreign object breaching her body defenses. Yiyi stared, mesmerized in horror, at her own chest. She watched the sharp, silver tip disappear into her flesh. A thin, delicate line of red blood slowly, but with horrifying clarity, welled up along the black ink, tracing the ghastly face in crimson. The blade moved smoothly along the drawn line, emitting a faint, wet slicing sound, the sound of raw meat being cut. The sound traveled through her bones and muscle, a vibration that reached her ears and made her very soul tremble more than any scream ever could.

Xiao Wang’s technique was precise and chillingly calm, as if she were carving a pumpkin for a contest, not dissecting a living human being. She meticulously followed the lines, cutting the entire triangular eye shape free. When the final cut was made, she used a pair of forceps to grip the severed triangle of skin and flesh. She lifted it gently. Yiyi watched, detached, as a piece of herself, a warm, living piece of her own body, was peeled away from her breast. Beneath it lay yellowish-white adipose tissue and pale pink muscle, trembling slightly in the cool air. The piece of flesh was tossed carelessly into a nearby metal bowl, landing with a soft, wet slap. A bloody, triangular cavity was now carved into her breast. Next came the other eye, then the enormous, jagged mouth. Xiao Li joined in, taking charge of the right breast. The two girls worked as if in some grotesque craft competition, even murmuring tips to each other. "Your teeth aren't sharp enough," Xiao Li commented, using the tip of her own scalpel to carefully refine the corner of a carved smile. "You dug the eyes too deep," Xiao Wang retorted. "It'll be harder to hollow out later." Their conversation was terrifyingly mundane, but the content froze the blood in Yiyi veins. On her chest, the two pumpkin faces were no longer black lines, but bloody, mangled trenches. Blood oozed ceaselessly from the wounds, trickling down the round curves of her breasts to pool in a sticky, viscous puddle on her abdomen. And she could only watch, a spectator to her own dismemberment, as her body was carved and reshaped, knife stroke by knife stroke, completely helpless.

"Step two," Xiao Wang announced, her voice filled with the satisfaction of completing a rough draft of her masterpiece. She set down the blood-soaked scalpel and picked up a small, stainless-steel curette with a looped tip. "Time to scoop out all this annoying stuff and make room for our light bulbs." As she spoke, she pressed the cold metal loop against the triangular bloody hole in Yiyi left breast. Yiyi pupils shrank to nothing. She felt a blunt, heavy pressure as the edge of the curette pushed against the soft flesh inside the wound, then delved deeper. No pain, just an insane, violating sensation of being invaded. It was as if someone were aggressively scooping out a ripe avocado with a hard spoon, the fruit flesh being roughly churned and separated. With a deft flick of her wrist, Xiao Wang brought the curette out. A clump of yellow, glistening material came with it. It was Yiyi fatty tissue, shining disgustingly in the light. It was unceremoniously discarded into the metal bowl, mixing with the pieces of skin. "Whoa," Xiao Li leaned in for a closer look, letting out an exaggerated gasp. "Look, Yiyi! So this is what the inside of your boobs looks like. It all yellow, just like butter. Is this your first time seeing it?"

Yiyi couldn't answer. Her jaw was clenched so tight her teeth ached, and she had bitten her lower lip raw, though she couldn't feel the blood trickling down her chin. All of her awareness was focused on her chest, on the sensation of being hollowed out. Xiao Wang movements became more practiced, more efficient. The curette moved in and out of the small hole, each time bringing out another clump of adipose tissue, large or small. The triangular cavity was visibly widening and deepening. Soon, the entire interior of the breast began to feel loose, the once-full globe deflating like a punctured ball, collapsing slightly. Deciding that scooping through the small eye-hole was too inefficient, Xiao Wang picked up the scalpel again. She inserted it into the jagged, mouth-shaped incision and began cutting deeper, slicing through the layers of fat toward the core. "This part a bit tough," she grunted, frowning at Xiao Li. "Must be the glandular tissue. Much harder to deal with than the fat." With that, she increased the pressure on the blade. Yiyi could feel her entire left breast being violently pulled and distorted with the movement. A tearing pressure emanated from deep within her. Despite the lack of pain, the tactile sensation of her tissues being forcibly separated sent waves of nausea through her.

"Let me try," Xiao Li said, her interest piqued. She took over the right breast, mimicking Xiao Wang by starting with the "eye" hole. She made little "tsk tsk" sounds as she worked. "My, my, Yiyi, you really hide it well. They don't look that big, but you're packed full of stuffing." As she spoke, she deliberately ground the handle of the curette against Yiyi nipple, a small, cruel gesture of dominance. "I have to say, the texture is pretty springy. Too bad. Soon it'll just be an empty shell." Her tone was light and cheerful, as if discussing some amusing piece of gossip. Meanwhile, Xiao Wang finally managed to pry the stubborn mass of glandular tissue loose with the tip of her scalpel. Using a large pair of tissue forceps, she clamped down on the tough, pinkish-white chunk of flesh and pulled hard. The connective fascia tore with a series of dull, sickening pops. A huge, core piece of her mammary gland was dragged, bloody and raw, from the cavity in her left breast. It felt as if a vital organ had been ripped from her body. The left breast deflated instantly, leaving only a thin layer of skin and some residual fat hanging limply on her chest. The gaping, mouth-shaped wound was a dark, bottomless abyss, revealing glimpses of bloodstains and shredded tissue within. Xiao Wang seemed immensely pleased with her work. She dangled the dripping mass of tissue in front of Yiyi eyes, showing off her trophy. "See, Yiyi? Your 'inner beauty.' It ours now," she said with a grin, before tossing the lump into the bowl. "This side is almost done," she announced to Xiao Li. "What taking you so long?" "Don't rush me," Xiao Li complained, struggling to scoop out the fat from the right breast. "I think this side has more fat. It all slippery and hard to get a grip on." She dug out another large piece and, with a spiteful little laugh, smeared it across Yiyi cheek, leaving a greasy, yellow streak. "Can't let it go to waste. This is top-grade 'material.' Maybe we can even make a candle out of it." The two girls erupted into a fit of shrill, piercing laughter that echoed in the empty basement, mingling with the clash of instruments and the slow drip of blood, composing a symphony for the devil. Yiyi slowly closed her eyes, but the feeling of being hollowed out, the disgusting, oily touch on her face, only became more vivid, burned indelibly into her senses.

With Xiao Wang and Xiao Li "joint effort," Yiyi right breast soon met the same fate as her left. As the final, mangled clump of fat and glandular tissue was brutally torn from the jagged "mouth," her chest was left with nothing but two thin, limp flaps of skin. The once full, white mounds were now like two popped balloons, hanging pathetically, their surfaces adorned with bloody holes and incisions that formed two grotesque, tormented faces. Blood continued to seep slowly from the wounds, staining the empty sacks a mottled red. "Perfect," Xiao Wang breathed, admiring her handiwork, her voice thick with a morbid excitement. "Now, let make them shine." She brought a light bulb close to Yiyi right breast. The empty skin pouch looked so fragile, as if a single touch would tear it. The orange bulb emitted a faint glow in the darkness, pulsing with a strange, malevolent life of its own.

"This is so much prettier than all that greasy fat you had inside, isn't it?" Xiao Li chimed in, pinching the empty, flaccid breast. The texture made her let out a soft, satisfied chuckle. Xiao Wang ignored her, carefully pushing the first light bulb into the hollowed-out cavity of the right breast. The bulb was clearly wider than the opening, requiring some force to shove it completely inside. Yiyi felt her skin stretch, a feeling of being filled and expanded that, while not painful, was more suffocating than any cut. She could feel the cold glass shell of the bulb pressing against the wet, raw flesh inside her body, a deeply alien and intimate violation. Once the first bulb was fully inserted, the slack skin of her right breast was stretched taut, forming an almost perfect sphere, the surface so tight that the outline of the bulb was faintly visible.

"One isn't enough. It needs to be brighter!" Xiao Wang declared, forcing a second orange bulb in beside the first. The two bulbs squeezed together in the single cavity, stretching Yiyi right breast even further, threatening to tear the thin skin. The carved jack-o'-lantern face, now stretched over the internal lights, looked even more three-dimensional and monstrous. Yiyi body trembled from the extreme stretching sensation, a barely audible whimper escaping her throat. Xiao Li then picked up a small power drill, its sharp bit glinting under the light. "Next, threading the wires." Without hesitation, she pressed the bit against the skin on the side of Yiyi right breast. The small drill whirred, and Yiyi felt a faint vibration spread through her body. The bit pierced skin and what was left of the muscle tissue, drilling straight through to where the bulb wires were. Once the first small hole was made, Xiao Li threaded the electrical wire out through the new opening.

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